Sah
Sah noticed the hunger in Sylvia's nod and the grin he sent her was feral, "Eager, are we?" It was interesting to see another who shared his thrill of the hunt. Or perhaps just a love of caribou meat. Both were valid to the Outlander. Some habits and inclinations had followed him to Caido for sure. One a hunter, always a hunter. Something like that.
The Abandoned swiftly tended to and prepped his own kills, moving efficiently so as not to waste time. He tossed Lilly a few choice organs as he worked, gathering what meat, bones, and antlers he desired. The rest he'd leave to nature.
Sylvia's question grasped his attention and he glanced at the woman. "Ever since I was old enough to do so." He tilted his head in thought, "I think I was two when my mom started me out on rabbits?" He remembered the first time he'd tried to hunt. Tripping over still too-big paws but so eager to do his best. It'd been fun, even if he hadn't caught anything his first few times.
"What about you?" Sah asked his companion curiously.
The Abandoned swiftly tended to and prepped his own kills, moving efficiently so as not to waste time. He tossed Lilly a few choice organs as he worked, gathering what meat, bones, and antlers he desired. The rest he'd leave to nature.
Sylvia's question grasped his attention and he glanced at the woman. "Ever since I was old enough to do so." He tilted his head in thought, "I think I was two when my mom started me out on rabbits?" He remembered the first time he'd tried to hunt. Tripping over still too-big paws but so eager to do his best. It'd been fun, even if he hadn't caught anything his first few times.
"What about you?" Sah asked his companion curiously.
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-William Shakespeare
-William Shakespeare
